So it’s been three days (I think), of headaches, sleepless nights, a bleeding heart, and failed attempts to be occupied. I believe I’m doing better than most girls. The vodka remains unopened, and I haven’t slashed my wrists or anything of that sort. I’ve done this before, it should be easy, right?
Funny thing happened today. I was *thisclose* to paying for a ticket to Singapore online, and when I checked my passport, it will expire tomorrow. Great. Change of scenery for a broken heart FAIL.
I’m going out of my mind, wanting desperately to go to my girlfriends who ALL happen to be not within the same zip code, worse, the same country.
I’m so tired of crying. So, I took into singing out loud lately. I have to admit, it helps.